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THE MORNING LIGHT IS
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I've already heard your wishes. β¨
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how do i look, coco?
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Clover in a cage:
Even something meant to bring luck can end up growing between cold bars, learning how to bloom quietly, even when the world feels like a prison. πͺΆπ
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Clover in a cage:
Even something meant to bring luck can end up growing between cold bars, learning how to bloom quietly, even when the world feels like a prison. πͺΆπ
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ada nyng mau aku codingin?
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